They continued to eat in silence.As The Beast ate, his mind drifted back to her body. Having been caught staring, he was afraid to look at her, but he... sheer presence was making him vibrate like a tuning fork. He could hear the gentle clink of her knife on her plate and her slow controlled breathing. Her delicate natural scent curled in his sensitive nostrils, floral like her namesake, yet human at the same time – sweat and soap and sweetness. He imagined pushing over her chair and raping her. Slipping into my patented delaying tactic, I hopped out of bed to make our brunch, a Spam and sausage gravy Hot Pocket. Returning to her, she glanced first at the steaming entree then at me and in her cheesiest British accent bellowed, "But I don't like Spam (knowing all too well that any Python reference reduced me to Silly Putty in her hands.) Then for the next thirty minutes, we discussed how a Hot Pocket could be scalding hot on each end but yet be as frozen as Trump's heart in the. My wife pulled me to the side, whispered in my ear, “We are the only ones who can help her”. We left the room to talk about it. While we were outside talking about it, I made some points to my wife, "we already have a hard time with our k**s, accept this would be like watching/caring for an elderly person.. How would we do it, we both work during the day, and I don’t think our day care provider would take in an adult", my wife laughed at this. My wife suggested I take the first week off from. Paul followed me in and sat on the bed while I looked through the clothes to decide what to wear for the night. He complimented me on my wardrobe and then asked if he could try on one of my tops! He is about my size so I said that he could of course. He tried on lots of tops first until he found one which suited him. I told him how well he looked and jokingly asked if he wanted a bust to go with it! He blushed and told me that he'd wanted to dress up for ages but his ex didn't want him to. I.